In our old age there comes a time When we can’t find the words to rh… With your assistance, you can sure… When we were young, we didn’t have… For young writers, words are easy…

Two brothers were born from the same womb. One could memorize countless words from the dictionary and adapt them to his speech. The other brother, a poet, was blessed with the ability...

Behold the equinox as the sun retu… To ease the anxiety and prevailing… Dressed up in its finest vernal at… Moving with the speed of a skyward… Looking down at the cold earth bel…

Torches burning through the melodi… parting the heavy air with all the… yellow flames dancing as in a spir… dressing up the night with an effe… bringing heat to the solemn corrid…

Hurricane Your stinging smiles and your ugly… The way you coil and strike at wil… With your arsenals of mortal venom Your dance of death and demolition

Metalic leaves, the voices of the… the soft tapping of percussive me… Nature’s choir nestled inside the… like metalic hymns flowing through… a lullaby of the soft spoken zephy…

Me the self, my precious self, of blood and flesh and wit, perfect creation of man, the treasure of treasures, fighting for my preservation,

Beautiful swart of the lower skies… demons hidden in the clouds, her fountains shooting high in the… swirling sky-scape in the nigh, demonic galleries on display,

Loving disciples of the holy order below the bottom of the empyrean where reverence is not yet reveren… where demonic angels set out to ru… where the clouds are teetering on

Rivers of black and red and white, decisive motion straight ahead, tributaries with iron banks, with sentries posted at the outer… passion flowing with a mind of sto…

A man dressed in his freshly laundered garb, with arms extended up to heaven, the place he speaks about in words that fly through the holy air,

Deep down inside is the voice of that internal coach called ambition that keeps yelling at me to surge ahead whether I want to or not. If I ignore him, he reaches inside my soul and pu...